The music playing on the internal soundtrack isn’t, always, going to be fully-formed songs as if you were listening to a radio. Sometimes you only get fragments of music.

This morning, stepping out of the shower, I realized that a piece from the Sesame Sreet soundtrack was popping in my ear.

“One two three four five, six seven eight nine ten, eleven twelve.”

It’s difficult to represent the lyric here, but it’s enough to infect you with the tune that is in my brain.

Pray for release.